Noon burns bright.
Orange sunsets.
Earth breathes.
Candles flicker
light slips away.
Gone is day.
Storms roar loud,
then quiet fast.
Chaos folds in waves;
silence breathes last.
Night moves slow
for those who wait,
a velvet hue
deep and late.
Fallen leaves rest,
new-found fate.
No clocks here,
no time, no tense.
Just dark and light,
turning night
in heaven’s hush
along earth’s fence.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
June 2025
Endless night